black burly q directory
the brown pages
the people's church
in windmills and waterfalls,
tricycles and rocking
that seeds grow into sprouts.
and sprouts grow into trees.
in the spectrum of beta days and gamma people.
i believe in life.
And I have seen the death parade
march through the torso of the earth,
sculpting mud bodies in its path.
I have seen the destruction of the daylight,
and seen bloodthirsty maggots
prayed to and saluted.
i have walked on cut glass.
I have eaten crow and blunder bread
and breathed the stench of indifference.
i have seen the kind become the blind, and the blind become the bind in one easy lesson